Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 2001 - This clone of Senior White feels different

Chapter 2001: This clone of Senior White feels different

Translator: GodBrandy

Is Senior White’s clone finally here?
The black Scarlet Heaven Sword was the first to notice that Sage Monarch White, who was still handsome as always, was not wearing any shoes. It seemed that the Ninth Stage Heavenly Tribulation was so intense that Sage Monarch White had lost even his shoes.
Senior White jumped off the flying sword and looked at the withered Song Shuhang. “You look horrible.”
Song Shuhang nodded weakly. His neck was stiff and brittle. If he nodded his head too vigorously, it might actually break.
Senior White put his hand on Song Shuhang’s body and then, similar to Sister White Dragon earlier, cast over ten magical techniques in quick succession. From healing techniques to cleansing techniques, as well as purification techniques, energy restoration techniques, and more.!!
After the set of magical techniques took effect, Song Shuhang’s head and wooden body returned to normal again.
This time, the wooden body not only grew green leaves, but even flower buds; his entire body exuded the breath of spring.
But after a few seconds, the flowers withered, the leaves dried up, and the wooden body became covered in cracks.
Senior White asked curiously, “You’re in quite the troublesome state. What’s going on?”
Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry that he could not make a sound.
The black Scarlet Heaven Sword replied in his stead, “He’s been fighting big shots nonstop.”
Senior White nodded understandingly. He then stretched out his hand and patted Song Shuhang before saying, “Take it easy in the future. While I was having fun transcending the tribulation, how many times did you fight a big shot? If you do it too often, it won’t be good for your health. ”
Song Shuhang’s eyes teared up. This clone of Senior White seemed the type that cared about others.
Sister White Dragon asked, “Does Fellow Daoist White have a way to help Song Shuhang?”
Senior White pinched his chin and thought.
At this time, Senior Turtle next to him said, “Actually, I have an idea to help Shuhang. We don’t have to look for a cure immediately as we can just deal with his dehydration first. We can take one step at a time and cure him slowly.”
“What are your thoughts on the matter, Fellow Daoist Turtle?” asked Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword.
Senior Turtle smiled and said, “I was thinking of a moisturizing mask! Since his body is lacking water, we just need to keep him hydrated.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
At this moment, Senior Turtle looked exactly like a salesman.
“But it’s not just his face that’s dehydrated; his entire body is dehydrated,” said Sister White Dragon.
“Then put a moisturizing film over his whole body,” Senior Turtle said happily. “That way, his entire body would be moisturized, and his skin would become smooth and elastic.”
Song Shuhang could not help but imagine himself putting a moisturizing film over his entire body, giving a thumbs up, and saying, “Stay hydrated!”
Definitely not! I’d rather stay dry and withered like I am now!
“I like the idea.” Lady Onion nodded and praised Senior Turtle’s idea. She and Senior Turtle had entered a turtle-onion alliance. For this reason, she was usually on Senior Turtle’s side.
“Sounds like a good idea.” Pavilion Master Chu, who was far away in the living spring, joined the conversation.
She had been following the conversation the entire time.
Senior White said, “If you only want to keep him hydrated, I may have something that can come in handy. Shuhang, open a passage that leads outside your Inner World. I’m going to look for something in my treasure vault. However, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to find it.”
Song Shuhang opened a dedicated VIP passage for Senior White.
Then, Senior White began to rummage through his vast treasure vault.
After a few minutes.
“Oh, I found this thing,” said Senior White. He stretched out his hand, revealing several crimson fruits.
These fruits appeared to be very hot, as if there was a thousand-year-old flame sealed inside each of them.
Song Shuhang instinctively took a few steps back.
If he, who was already dehydrated, ate this thing, would he not be set on fire? directly Would there even be anything left of him but cinders?
Sixteen asked curiously, “Can this thing hydrate Song Shuhang?”
The fruits that Senior White had brought out were clearly a fire-type treasure. Could it be that Senior White wanted to fight poison with poison, so that Song Shuhang could turn negative into positive?
“These are millenium cherries,” Senior White explained. “When I was closed up and Shuhang and Doudou came to pick me up, I promised Doudou that I would give him some millenium cherries. I kept on forgetting to do so, but I can send him some right now.”
Senior White took out a disposable flying sword, loaded some millenium cherries onto it, then wrote a note saying “For Doudou” which he stuck onto the flying sword.
“Since I found some, I’ll send them to Doudou right away. I have a hunch that he’ll like these cherries quite a bit.” Senior White took out his phone and sent a message to Doudou. [Doudou, I’m sending you a flying sword package. You can pick up the package at Fellow Daoist Yellow Mountain’s Sword Washing Station. Don’t forget about it.]
After he finished sending the message, Senior White used a sword art.
The disposable flying sword soared into the sky along with the package and flew toward the location of the Sword Washing Station at Venerable Yellow Mountain’s place.
After sending out the flying sword package, Senior White gave some millenium cherries to the other fellow daoists present and said, “The millenium cherries turned out to be quite tasty this time, and there were a lot of them as well.”
Just as he was about to give some to Song Shuhang, Senior White fell into thought and took back the millenium cherry. “Shuhang, you aren’t in the best state to have a millenium cherry at the moment.”
Song Shuhang’s eyes teared up again—this was the only bit of moisture he had left.
Senior White searched through his vast treasury again.
After going through it for some time, he suddenly took out a bunch of dragon scales that were burning with flames.
Senior White said, “Right, these are the fire dragon scales that I promised I would give to Fellow Daoist Phoenix Slayer.”
He sent out another disposable flying sword, this time loaded with the package of scales, along with a note saying “For Young Master Phoenix Slayer”.
Senior White pondered for a moment and then gave some fire dragon scales to Sixteen and Lady Onion as well.
“This thing is useless to me, and it just takes up space. I’ll just give them to you,” said Senior White before he looked at Song Shuhang again.
Song Shuhang looked at the fire dragon scales, unable to say a word.
“Shuhang, I’m afraid you can’t use this thing.” After saying that, Senior White stored the fire dragon scales away again.
Song Shuhang looked up at the sky. He had kind of expected it.
Afterward…
Senior White sent out two more packages, one to True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon and another to Cave Lord Snow Wolf.
When he came out of seclusion this time, Cave Lord Snow Wolf helped him create various documents. Senior White had long since prepared a gift for him.
As for the package meant for True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon, it was actually for Yu Jiaojiao.
It was worth mentioning that all of the gifts that Senior White sent were of the fire attribute.
Cave Lord Snow Wolf specializes in ice-type techniques, so why did he need fire-type treasures?
After seeing Senior White send those four packages, Song Shuhang felt like he was missing out.
It was like a big brother giving candy and gifts to their younger siblings and everyone had a share except for the one little brother.
Song Shuhang said, “Senior White, this clone of yours feels a lot different from the previous ones.”
Although the previous clones all had different personalities, the current clone felt especially different.
“Oh? So you noticed?” Senior White nodded slightly and said, “Because this time, my upper body is my real upper body.”
Song Shuhang: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ